Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

"What riddle-maker?"

After browsing through Luo Changting's suddenly awakened demonic memories, Shen Moyan was completely bewildered.

The information is too fragmented.

In the end, he settled on a few words.

"Wild geese? Is True Lord Wild Goose Formation entangled with the Six Hells Demonic Sect?"

Shen Moyan recalled those few words.

"Boss, the Six Hells Demon Sect is looking for the head of a demonic being."

"Could it be the head of Kuafu, which was severed by the Jiang family's ancestor?"

It was hard for Shen Moyan not to make the connection.

…………

In the eastern border of Langya Prefecture, at the Kongsang Academy, in the side hall of the Sutra Repository.

The air inside the hall was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. A wisp of Shen Moyan's divine sense was attached to the incarnation of the paper-cut figure. Shen Yi, through his friend Jiang Zhi Qiu, was temporarily staying here.

At this moment, he was sitting opposite Zhou Zhanpeng, Jiang Zhiqi's mentor.

"The Dao is obscured?" Zhou Zhanpeng put down his teacup, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why does Fellow Daoist suddenly ask about such profound principles?"

Shen Yi remained calm, his fingertips dipped in tea, tracing a hazy line on the sandalwood table:

"The Origin of the Preaching Stele, the doctrine of the Way is known throughout the world."

"I am merely curious as to how the shadow of that monument can transcend such a vast distance and influence all living beings?"

When Shen Yi asked the question, his eyes were filled with a thirst for the truth.

"Is this veil related to the so-called 'Taoist charm'?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhanpeng suddenly understood, and admiration appeared in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist, your spiritual sense is indeed sharp."

"Indeed, the doctrine of the Dao is profound and mysterious."

"I am but a humble instructor, and I dare not speak of the Great Dao, but I do have some understanding of the Daoist principles of the world."

He naturally dared not say much about the Origin Preaching Monument, and could only hint at it indirectly.

"It is said that the Dao aura of a high-level cultivator can influence a region of the world."

"In short, a great being whose cultivation has reached the realms of Guizang and Jiefa has a Dao that is in harmony with the heavens. He himself is a walking 'Dao Source', constantly radiating the 'rhythm' that belongs to his own rules."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Rhythm has no form or substance, yet it can permeate all things."

"Plants and trees, when influenced by the rhythm, may become spiritual plants or undergo extraordinary transformations; birds and beasts, when bathed in the rhythm, may gain intelligence or develop supernatural powers."

"Even a piece of land, over the years, will be assimilated by the Daoist aura of cultivators, and will present an extraordinary landscape."

"Therefore, it is said that by observing the scenery of a place, one can know what great figures once lingered there."

Shen Yi felt a chill run down his spine. Zhou Zhanpeng's words had cleared up many of the mysteries in his mind.

He calmly pressed on, "Such power? What if the Daoist auras of multiple powerful beings intertwined, or if a single aura lingered in one place for a long time?"

"That would be called 'the struggle over the Dao' or 'the staining of the Dao'," Zhou Zhanpeng said solemnly.

"At best, it causes the earth's veins to become disordered and spiritual energy to run rampant; at worst, it can evolve into a deadly place or give birth to an indescribable and bizarre existence. Many ancient secret realms, dangerous places, and even some special races and spiritual creatures all have their origins in this."

At this point, he suddenly sighed, as if remembering something: "Just as the ancient records of Langya Prefecture state, during the Wanbao Calendar, many powerful beings perished. Their indomitable will and boundless Daoist charm merged into the mountains and rivers, which made the eastern part of Langya Prefecture have a unique landscape with many deep pools, secluded lakes, strange hills, and caves, and also nurtured many rare and exotic beasts and treasures.

A glint of light flashed in Shen's eyes.

Zhou Zhanpeng's unintentional remark coincided with some of his deductions.

After bidding farewell to Zhou Zhanpeng, Shen Yi returned to his quiet room, but his consciousness had already traversed thousands of mountains and rivers to connect with Fei Guangzhou's true form.

Flying to Gwangju, inside the cave.

Shen Moyan suddenly opened his eyes.

I didn't get what I wanted, but I had an unexpected bonus.

Suddenly remembering something, he immediately channeled his demonic energy and gave orders to Luo Changting in the distance.

…………

Chaoyang Lake.

"What did that dream mean...?"

Luo Changting, who was holding Luo Hanchan's small hand, suddenly froze, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

Xingyun: One step covers a hundred miles.

Ignoring those around him, he flew to an altitude of ten thousand meters, his eyes bloodshot, and opened his Heavenly Demon Eyes.

The vast eastern part of Langya Prefecture came into view, with several landmarks standing out prominently:

Yin-Yang Cave, Night Moon Lake, Chaoyang Lake, and Twin Confucius Hills.

"The essence of Tao permeates...evolves the landscape...and gives birth to exotic species..."

Far away in Feiguang Prefecture, Shen Moyan murmured to himself. Deep in his left eye, a wisp of demonic light quietly emerged, and the map in front of him instantly "came to life".

It is no longer a simple, realistic scene, but has transformed into a three-dimensional landscape with a magnificent flow of Taoist charm.

Night Moon Pool is as deep and dark as a pair of eyes, exuding a cool and insightful charm.

Chaoyang Lake shines brightly, flowing with the vibrant rhythm of life.

The twin apex emanates spiritual energy, embodying the essence of perception and discernment.

The Yin-Yang Cave is deep and unfathomable, echoing with the sounds of all directions...

The flow and interweaving of these "Daoist rhythms," under the discernible gaze of the Heavenly Demon Eye, faintly outlined an immensely vast silhouette.

A blurry yet majestic human face.

"Just as I expected!"

Shen Moyan's heart pounded.

"This is not a natural landscape, but the head of an unimaginable being! Its Daoist essence, refined over countless ages, has completely merged with this land!"

He thought of the "demon's head" that the disciples of the Six Hells Demon Sect were searching for in Luo Changting's dream, and he thought of the legend of "Kuafu's thirst" in the opera.

"The two apical mounds form the nose, and the sense of smell can give birth to creatures like the 'treasure-hunting rat' that are extremely sensitive to scent."

"The Yin-Yang cave is like an ear; the way of listening gives rise to the 'earth-listening fungus' that can perceive rhythms."

"Moonlight Lake and Sunrise Lake serve as the eyes..."

Shen Moyan suddenly took out the Six Senses Firefly in his hand.

The firefly fluttered its wings and landed on his fingertip.

"The firefly of the six senses..."

The six senses are: eye-consciousness, ear-consciousness, nose-consciousness, tongue-consciousness, body-consciousness, and mind-consciousness.

The firefly of the six senses is the manifestation of the six senses of this human face!

"The firefly, with its six senses, can transmit perceptions and connect all the 'consciousnesses,' and it is precisely through the Daoist network of the 'meridians' and 'five senses' of the human face that it is born!"

Meridians are the earth's veins.

The five facial features are part of the landform.

No wonder the six sense fireflies appeared in different locations in my previous life and this life. No matter where they are, they will appear wherever they are connected to the five senses and meridians!

Finally, Shen Moyan's gaze fell upon the depths of the earth's veins, as if he could see an endless, boundless ocean beneath.

"And the origin of this underground sea..."

"Clearly, it was absorbed by this face long ago!"

Shen Moyan suddenly remembered the story of Kuafu.

"My ambition to travel ten thousand miles a day remains unfulfilled; my throat burns like smoke, and my life is about to end."

"I wish I could drink in the depths of the rivers and seas, but alas, my strength is exhausted and my will is thwarted..."

After the Kuafu clan died, the demons that transformed into them, according to their dying wishes, naturally wanted to devour rivers, lakes, and seas.

That led to the battle fought by the Jiang family's ancestor.

"That's right! This ocean water, after being nourished by the Daoist essence of Kuafu, is no longer ordinary water. It contains Kuafu's thirst and has the characteristics of devouring and eroding. That's why it blocked the divine senses of all cultivators when it drowned all living beings in the previous life."

All the clues have been connected!

Shen Moyan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes flashing with unprecedented understanding and solemnity.

"And the 'mouth' among those facial features..."

Shen Moyan recalled the appearance of the Immortal Lord's Dharma form in his previous life, and how that insurmountable chasm suddenly appeared, running from east to west.

An extremely strong suction force erupted from the valley, drawing the great demons away and into its 'mouth'.